A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

When they looked at each other, they could still see the deep shock in each other's eyes.

What a divine artifact this is! And such a treasure doesn't even cost anything!

No wonder the Knights were able to capture Smyrna with only 3,000 troops, which the Byzantines failed to capture with 30,000 troops.

"What should we do? If the Knights take over Smyrna, they'll gain more prestige and influence... It won't take long for them to grow into a terrifying monster!"

With such a magical object, it is impossible for the Knights not to grow stronger.

"This thing...should belong to the empire!" DuPont said!

The Byzantine Empire was also a Christian country and had the same right to possess this artifact!

Even Smyrna pales in comparison to this.

In terms of value, they may be equal, but the psychological impact they cause to people is different.

After all, there are territories all over the world, but such artifacts are unique.

For a moment, there was silence.

There was a noisy sound coming from the distance. This should be the ceremony of entering the city.

When they arrived, they knew that the Knights would hold a ceremony to enter the city.

Obviously, the Knights have cleared out the remaining Crescent Moon Cultists in the city and officially started to take over the place.

It seemed that the surveillance outside should have been relaxed, but the two people still had no chance of escape.

Because if you go out a little, you can see that although most people have left, there are still two guards patrolling back and forth at the door.

"Can we leave?" Dupont asked.

"No," Du Bang replied dejectedly. "See the guards' patrol route? We can try to climb over the wall, but we have to do it within seconds, otherwise we'll be seen."

Both of them were civilians, not proficient in martial arts, and had never practiced climbing skills. If they wanted to climb the wall, it would take them half a day.

Their expertise was in eloquence, logic, law, theology, etc., but it was of no use at this time.

There was a sudden noise outside.

The two were startled and stood up to look, only to see a masked man jumping into the house at some point.

Before the two diplomats could shout, the masked man took something out of his arms and shook it at them.

That was the royal emblem of the Byzantine Empire.

"It's... an imperial spy!" The two diplomats exchanged glances in surprise.

The person who came at this moment must be a real imperial spy, because the Knights have no need to play such tricks at all.

The Star-Moon Cultists do not have this ability.

The Knights Templar could not afford an independent intelligence agency, but the Byzantine Empire could.

Although the Empire's spies are not everywhere, they are always there where they should be.

Especially Smyrna.

Originally, this was the land that the Byzantine Empire wanted to conquer, so it would naturally send spies to lurk there, gather intelligence, and gather news.

"How did you get here?"

"My lords," the spy stepped forward. "I saw your ship at the dock earlier. I asked the sailors on board and learned that you were imprisoned by the Knights. What happened?"

"The Knights have other plans. I'm afraid they'll occupy Smyrna and refuse to return it... No, wait, that's not important. How many people do you have in Smyrna? I mean experts, at least elite level or above!"

"There are four in total, including me." The spy was a little hesitant, but he didn't know why the adults asked this question.

But it didn't really matter. Although diplomats held a higher status, they were not on the same page, and there was no subordinate relationship. The diplomats' words were just suggestions, which he could listen to or ignore.

"Great! Now's the perfect opportunity! After the entry ceremony, Thomas will return to Rhodes Island. And he'll probably go back secretly on a small boat! He's very likely leaving on his own!"

"This is the best chance to kill him midway!"

"Ambush!" The spy was puzzled.

The two men recounted what they had just seen and inferred, and the spy's eyes immediately lit up.

This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!

Four against one, with the advantage of surprise and numbers, it is very likely that we can grab the flag.

Without this treasure, the Knights would have no chance of defending Smyrna. Handing it over to the Empire was the only option!

That bloody cross flag...

If the Empire got hold of that flag, think about what they could do?

To exaggerate a little, restoring the heyday of the Roman Empire is no longer a dream!

What kind of reward will I get from the emperor for such a great contribution?

It is easy to get a title of nobility and to confer titles on one's wife and children is even easier!

Just imagining it can make one's body tremble slightly.

……

The sea at night, with the light of the stars and the moon reflected on the calm surface, shows a rare tranquility.

Thomas stood at the bow, looking at the night sky with rare leisure.

"After getting drunk, I didn't know that the sky was in the water, and the boat was full of clear dreams that pressed down the starry sky." He rarely spoke this poem in Mandarin, which he had not used for a long time.

"Sir, what are you talking about?" asked the sailor on the ship.

"Nothing," Thomas replied.

"Aren't you going to rest?"

In fact, after becoming a half-step protector of the country, Thomas's need for rest time was greatly reduced.

This is even more so after the Protection of the Nation.

The most important thing is that his body is very young. Twenty-two or twenty-three years old is the most energetic time in a person's life.

Even after going through a battle, I’m not that sleepy at this moment.

"Okay, I'm going to rest."

Thomas returned to the cabin.

This was a small sailing vessel, the kind with a crew of three. It wasn't owned by the Knights, but rather hired temporarily at the Smyrna dock.

This is because Thomas didn't want the Knights to know that he was leaving.

After all, this matter is a bit strange. Radagast giving such urgent information... makes it feel strange. Therefore, it is best not to let anyone know about this matter. Keep it as secret as possible.

It's called a small boat, but the cabin is quite large.

Thomas sat on his bed, then took out the flag from his bag, shook it out, sighed, and put it back.

Today, he could have earned a lot of divine power.

Whether it was combat, healing, or the subsequent entry ceremony into the city, this flag drew a great deal of power.

In the end, the damaged divine nature was transformed into divine power, totaling two hundred groups.

Even after deducting the cost of casting the spell, he still earned more than a hundred groups of divine power.

This also meets Thomas' expected psychological standard.

The amount of divine power gathered around the damaged divine nature has exceeded three thousand groups.

The author says:

Author's words: Thanks to fellow reader Hahaha Charlie Brown for the reward.

More updates today

Chapter 133 The Sixth Layer of the Magic Net

To be honest, Thomas himself didn't know that the power he gained after being promoted to Protector of the Nation was actually a spiritual field.

The spiritual field is a very magical ability. Although its direct combat power is not as strong as the offensive power of the Silver Judgment, it is definitely the most suitable power for Thomas.

Because in addition to being a warrior, Thomas is also a spellcaster who can access the fifth layer of the magic network.

Moreover, he is now the chief commander and has many subordinates.

Strengthening your subordinates and sending them into battle is far better than fighting alone.

With the spiritual field, the ability to cast spells becomes even more valuable.

If you can access a higher level of magic net, you can use more power to bless it.

Not only that, the sixth layer of magic net is particularly important.

Because when it comes to the sixth level of magic, there is a spell called "trigger".

This spell is like a trap. You set a condition, select a spell, and then cast "trigger". Once the condition is met, the pre-prepared spell will automatically take effect.

For example, once the body is attacked, it can instantly teleport a short distance.

Enough to render even the most sinister and cunning sneak attack completely harmless.

Sixth-level magic is a threshold. With this spell triggered, the magician's weaknesses will be greatly filled.

It can avoid the complicated and lengthy process of casting and chanting spells, and make the spell take effect instantly.

Of course, each layer of the magic network is a huge leap, which will greatly improve the magician's strength.

A first-level spell isn't even enough to fool a farmer.

The ninth-level spell has earth-shattering power.

In theory, a national protector can be created with just an eighth-level spell.

It should be noted that this spell does not consume soul power when the conditions are not met and the spell itself is not triggered.

Although a magician has to pay a terrible price for casting a spell, it is better than losing his life directly.

Thomas has long wanted to contact the sixth level of the magic network, and tonight is the opportunity.

Thomas took out his own potion from his luggage and applied it on his head and face.

When practicing magic, the main focus is on the head, and the body does not need to be applied.

He sat on the bed and entered a meditative state.

The sixth level of the magic net is no trivial matter.

When I was meditating and practicing before, I could clearly feel that the deeper I explored into the magic river, the faster the water flowed and the more difficult it was to move forward.

But this turbulence and this difficulty always have a limit.

Now, Thomas felt like he was facing a raging sea. It wasn't just that it was difficult to take a step, but that he couldn't even take a step.

He knew in his heart that this was limited by his talent.

In other words, the fifth-level magic net should have been the limit of his talent and the limit of his life.

If there were no other factors affecting him, Thomas would never be able to reach the sixth layer of the magic net even if he spent a hundred years.

But fortunately, he has a damaged godhead.

Under Thomas's control, a hundred balls of divine power poured in.

I vaguely remember that when I tried to contact the fifth layer of the magic net, the one hundred groups of divine power produced a very obvious thrust, allowing me to move deeper into the magic river.

But now, it is only enough for me to move forward a distance that is not obvious.

Thomas sighed inwardly, and then continued to mobilize his divine power.

He no longer hid his intentions and gathered together a thousand balls of divine power and poured them directly into his body.

The effect is obvious.

It’s like riding on a speedboat. Even if there are huge waves around you, you can still break through the waves and move forward.

If you don’t have enough talent, you can make up for it with divine power!

The last time Thomas spent about a thousand balls of divine power, he sailed all the way from the fourth layer of the magic network to the fifth layer of the magic network.

But now, spending a thousand groups of divine power can only be considered as advancing a certain distance.